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Waking up didn’t feel so much like waking up as much as it did feel like taking in a first breath of air after birth. When Will tried to open his eyes all he could see were faded light impressions dancing around him with an eerie ease, covering the black solid shapes further away with confusion. None of this mattered very shortly after it had been realised because the pain began to register.
After that everything else dimmed in the back of his mind like a light fading, slowly moving to the back caverns of his mind as the pain overtook everything else. For what felt like hours he tried to suppress the pain, even just let his mind sleep as the pain began to throb inside his head. But something had moved under him, causing his world of pain to shift in an unpleasant manner. When the movement stopped he had enough clarity to know it was Hannibal.
As if on cue Hannibal's warm hands returned to him and began to lift him up. Will could feel the sand clinging to his skin, some of it fell off as Hannibal lifted him. It was a good distraction from the pain for a moment. Hannibal had him settled in his arms and they began moving forward, a cold ocean breeze at their backs. Slowly Will attempt to open his eyes once more, the lights were gone, but in it’s place a lingering blackness. He could at least identify the outline of Hannibals face staring ahead of them. Hannibal's’ mouth hung open gasping for air, hair plastered to his forehead in a wet mixture of sea water and sweat.
“Han-” Will coughed the name stuck in his throat with a sharp jab. The sea had left an unpleasant salty mixture in his lungs. Hannibal's eyes immediately looked down to the man in his arms.
“Close your eyes Will.” Hannibal responded his voice deep and resounding to Will as he pressed his ear closer to Hannibal’s chest.
Hannibal felt himself smile as Will’s eyes shut slowly and his breathing gently evened out. He began to walk forward once again, he had a plan, he had three years of plans but his mind was a whirlwind of chaos. Will had been the cause of the havoc. Never had he thought, he had dreamed, but never did he think the moment would come for them. Much like the cliff was, their relationship had been a strong unyielding force only time could erode. The waves gradually washing away all that had been left between them. Then they had fallen, become one with the waves and each other giving into a fate they both knew they belonged to.
It took sometime but he found a car. He placed Will in the passenger, only causing a minor stir from the unconscious man. Before climbing into the driver's seat he took a moment to lean on the side of the car letting his arms rest from the weight he had been carrying. For one glimpse of a second he imagined how easy it would be to close his eyes and drop slowly to the pavement where he could rest.
They both needed medical attention badly, and for the next few hours he took a road knowing where he could find a closed clinic.
When Will woke the sky was still dark and he was inside a car. It was parked outside of some sort of day clinic. His heart beat began to race in his chest when Hannibal was not sitting beside him. Quickly his mind rationalized he had gone inside for supplies. Will considered if he should go in to help but when he tried to sit up a yell of pain escaped his own lips without accord. His left hand quickly went to cover the deep cut somehow thinking the pressure would help with the pain. In less than a minute Hannibal was opening the door opposite him.
“Will?”
“Sorry, do you need help?” Will asked through the pain, his brows clenched together in discomfort as he moved his hand away from the cut.
“No, but you can start cleaning your injuries while I look for a place for us to rest.” Hannibal responded climbing into the car and handing Will a box of supplies he had acquired. Will nodded and took the box placing it into his lap as he began to unbutton his damp shirt. He saw Hannibal glimpse at the red covered skin of his chest.
“We need to get out of these clothes.” Will murmured struggling to get out of his own shirt. When he had succeeded Hannibal smiled. Will laughed grabbing a cloth from the box.
“You were enjoying that weren't you?” Will asked hissing slightly when the medical wipe touched the first cut.
“Perhaps more than you would approve.” Hannibal agreed moving the car into drive. “But I need to get us somewhere before you can laugh at my struggles to remove clothes.” Hannibal was about to back the car out when Will put his hand down on the shift stick clicking it back into park.
“I know a place where we can go for now.” Will put the cloth down, and if at all possible become more pale with each passing second. Hannibal thought maybe it was his poor attempt to remove his shirt that had caused Will to lose even more blood. But when Will’s mouth began to move with silent words he could not quite string together Hannibal knew there was more he wanted to say.
“We don’t need to discuss anything right now.” Hannibal assured, taking Will’s hand and gently placing it back onto Will’s lap so he could reach for the shift again. Will stopped him once more, his throat swallowing something down as he looked Hannibal in the eyes briefly.
“I wanted, want to try something.” Will sat up with a groan and Hannibal’s hand instantly moved to Will’s face cradling the wounded skin in his hand.
“Will-” Hannibal stopped in his tracks when Will began to lean closer his eyes focused in on Hannibals face. Will’s heart was racing to the point it was the only thing he could hear, he knew Hannibal’s had to be too as he pressed their lips together gently. It was softer than Will had expected. Hannibal leaned closer his hand slipping into Will’s hair trying to find some sort of balance for himself as Will parted his lips just ever so slightly. Hannibal gasped into Will’s parted mouth his tongue tracing Hannibal's for a sliver of a second before his lips softly closed again pushing with a force only minutely harder than before.
It was not much, as far as kissing is concerned just a gentle slide of lips against lips and Hannibal thought he might lose his mind. He had both his hands on Will now, one still in his hair the other lightly tracing down his arm and into his hand. When Will softly moaned, so quietly no one but Hannibal will ever have heard the sound in all the universe not even an ant crawling outside the car window, Hannibal gripped tighter. He thought in that moment Will had won, won him and everything he could possibly give, because Will could take whatever he needed or desired from Hannibal and he would give it to him happily.
All to soon for Hannibal’s taste Will pulled away breath coming out of his mouth once again uneven and short. Will sat back closing his eyes and lifting his head up to the roof of the car, Bedelia’s words echoing in his mind. He looked back over to Hannibal with a relieved sort of smile and satisfied puff of air before he reached back into the supply box for bandages.
“So where did you have in mind?” Hannibal asked taking probably a little too long to collect himself after that. Will looked up from his hands to Hannibal lifting a brow before answering.
“Reba McClane is in the hospital.”